Sara Teasdale

Here you will find the Poem Longing of poet Sara Teasdale

Longing

I am not sorry for my soul 
That it must go unsatisfied, 
For it can live a thousand times, 
Eternity is deep and wide.

I am not sorry for my soul, 
But oh, my body that must go 
Back to a little drift of dust 
Without the joy it longed to know.